This war’s OK…
In a sweet old fashioned way…
Like a game we play…
Guilty of something we forgot…
I wasn’t staring…
I was just looking far away…
Dazzled by something I forgot…
Here, drink this down we’ve been here way too long…
Acting this way is a craft…
I’ll shut up soon then we’ll go home…
Covered in band aids and casts…
